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There didn't appear to be any divergence from the norm in the middle vertebrae either, so he retracted his digits and replaced them more carefully at the nape of her neck, where the spinal chord retreated into the skull and the bones grew much smaller. Significantly harder to detect damage there, as well. He was not a small man, he couldn't rely on his paws to do all of the work on such a dainty fae. When she spoke up, she mentioned that she had not been prescient enough to know the details, and that Mel knew. His brow furrowed for a moment, until the little badger hopped neatly up onto the bed. Ah, the badger was Mel. That made a small degree of sense, he supposed.

He paused his assessment, and met with beady gaze of the little mustelid as it recounted a variety of herbs. One physician had treated her during the height of her infection with boneset, juniper, and elderberries. The brute hummed thoughtfully, but said nothing as the badger continued to speak. He was familiar with this Gwynevere dame, she was the best their pack had to offer for medics. Though they hadn't met, he respected her position enough to let her take care of the primary treatments. Some variety of liquid painkiller was all the explanation he needed, at that point. He nodded his head lightly, and returned his attention to the back of the fae's neck with a great deal more intensity than many would have been comfortable receiving in any context.

"You're in pain, then?" he said, though he knew the answer already based on the sheer volume of treatments being applied to mitigate joint aches and muscle pain. Confusion etched itself onto his brow, and he shook his head again. "You surely angered the spirits, girl." the brute muttered, and when he pressed his knuckles a little more firmly against the thick fur at the base of her skull, he swore he could feel something shift. That wasn't supposed to happen. All the while, he found himself worrying at the back of his mind for the fae. If she was in pain, either she would soon recover, or within a few weeks she would beg them to toss her from the window and let it be over with. He did not enjoy that thought. At least he knew where the fracture was, though he had little interest in probing further and disrupting any healing that might be happening there.

Alabaster digits were pulled from the well kept fur of her scruff, and he lowered the pad of his paw onto the point of her shoulder. "Were you suffering from joint pain before this?" he questioned, and his paw sought to lightly press at the joint of her scapula and humerus, whereupon he was rewarded with a soft pop of the synovial fluid that tended to come from achy, arthritic joints. "I know of another way to ease that pain, but it does involve physical contact- I understand you may want to avoid that." he said as he replaced his paw upon the floor and took a half step away from the bed. It had been so long since he'd treated a patient, and part of him was enjoying the return to form. He glanced at the little badger- Mel- watching for any objections from the animal companion.